I remember a time back in '75
when my biggest older brothers
and some others
stole my first bottle of wine
When the only biggest problem
was a cut on my hand a busted stick-ball bat
and some shattered glass
or caught smokin' grass
I used to walk through the park
smokin' dust in the dark
J.C., Chris and me soon to end quickly
Chris broke a bat over his dad's head
From a wheel chair straight to the pen
J.C. launched his girl off a roof
thought she could fly
till She hit the stoop
I kept smokin' my friend
and way out of crime
curious as the cats killin'
nursery rhyme
(chorus)
Home Sweet Home California
That's Where I find myself
Home
Where the sky's are so blue
Home Sweet Home California
That's Where I find myself
Home
Lord I'm comin' Home to you
I used to cry inside and wonder why
I was sleepin' on the street's of Bedford Stye
Life was to fly across my eyes
fat cat's feastin' I'm starvin' on the inside
Skitchen' on the bus across the snow
taken me home to where I once roamed
Dad was in the kitchen
He was cookin' bacon
Oprah's on the TV I'm sweatin' and shakin'
Packed my bags headed West
walked out the doors of LAX
what I found was to set me free
When I couldn't walk you were carryin' me
(repeat chorus)